New year. New (different) bike.
Welcome back to the Keystone State! I did 200 miles today checking out the new-to-me Wee Strom that replaced The Mighty KLR in this thread: http://www.advrider.com/forums/showthread.php?t=815559
In addition, Santa had brought me a GoPro camera intended for my race car, but since it came with a nice helmet mount I otherwise wouldn't be using, I thought "What the heck?". So, a sampling of the bazillion images it took using the auto shutter option.

I had no pre-planned route today. Cruised up I-81 (hey, this thing is WAY smoother/faster than the KLR!), headed towards Centralia where I installed the camera, and then wound my way up to Route 42. In the 'big valley' I turned onto Poor House Road which is gravel just for something different.

All too soon things turn to pavement once again.
But with roads this nice, and zero traffic, I don't really mind.
I wind up on 42 again. Just shy of Catawissa, I hook a turn onto 487. Not a bad road itself, though it's well traveled. Maybe if I were on a big cruiser I'd be into it. But I'm not, so after some time I find another stretch of unpaved road.

It ends quickly, but I don't mind because this road had recently had fresh gravel dumped on most of it and it was really squirrely on Michelin Anakees. I wind up touring through a lot of hilly field country. All of the cows are down, meaning the weather will turn sour (rain is forecast for tomorrow). Still, at present things aren't looking too bad.
I find myself on River Hill/Boyd Station Road, which parallels the Susquehanna River. A real pleasant road.
Unfortunately, I manage to delete several photos of it. Sunbury Road is similar. I sort of zig-zag around, so can't say for certain where some of the pictures are taken. I go through the burgs of Shamrock, Paxinos and Mayfair. Somewhere along here I get behind Mr Saddlebags on his Harley. Now, I have friends with Harleys, so I'm not a hater. But WTF is it with most of these guys? I was stuck behind this non-ATGATT guy for several miles as he plodded along, oblivious to me behind him, which wouldn't have been as bad if his bike wasn't running so rich it made my eyes water. I can't count the number of times I've been behind one of these things and they reek of unburnt fuel (this guys was not the only one today, in fact).
Finally, I spot a small road that veers off that Mr Boulevard isn't going to attempt and leave him behind. See ya!
Being interested in all things old, mechanical and rusty...and especially interested in sports cars, I spot a vintage Triumph Spitfire with a factory hardtop beached beside a house. I think, "What are the chances the GoPro will snag that as it works every 60 seconds?".
I find myself on Route 147 and turn south, as I'd like to be home early enough to get a few things done at home. I turn off and removed the GoPro, as I can really feel it at speeds over 60 perched on top of my helmet. Not an exciting day of riding, but then it doesn't always have to be. It warmed up enough I took the heated liner out of my gloves for the first time since last fall.

The Wee is a wonderful bike, and was a wise choice over my much loved but tiring KLR. I just don't need the tougher off-road capabilities of that kind of bike. My big gripe with it was that I never wanted to ride too far on pavement as it was too fatiguing. The Wee solves that. Should be a good year of riding!

The GoPro is a neat toy, and I'll use it again, but it can't replace a 'proper' camera for catching really neat shots. It is nice I don't have to stop, take off my gloves, open a bag, pull out the camera and take a shot on a cool road, but I'm not convinced it will take those 'great' shots we all love. It does take neat video though.

Somewhere along here I get behind Mr Saddlebags on his Harley. Now, I have friends with Harleys, so I'm not a hater. But WTF is it with most of these guys? I was stuck behind this non-ATGATT guy for several miles as he plodded along, oblivious to me behind him, which wouldn't have been as bad if his bike wasn't running so rich it made my eyes water. I can't count the number of times I've been behind one of these things and they reek of unburnt fuel (this guys was not the only one today, in fact).

Ha! It's funny you mention that. I was up in your state yesterday at Gettysburg and thought the same thing. Not one of the Hardly riders had any gear on-unless you count a leather vest as riding gear. My buddy and I were sitting on the deck of a restaurant and every time one went past, the smell was terrible. You've got a beautiful state by the way...

I was out riding today sans GoPro. Frankly, it was too hot/humid to do a lot of picture taking, and the ones I did take frankly sucked. But, while riding up through Millville, in town what runs across the road in front of me? Weirder than weird, I turn off onto a side street and attempt to intercept. First time I spot it is really close, but I can't get the damn camera out of my pocket. I ride ahead of it's trajectory, and eventually get this shot that I know will be as disappointing as it is:
A figure his next point of appearance, and do much better:
This happens in pretty much the center of town a 11:30am. People are out mowing their lawns, washing their cars, walking home with the kids after church...it was just a surreal wildlife sighting. But, it makes up for not getting a photo of the big-ass wild turkey I saw later.

So that's my latest lame update to convince you to Ride PA. Come on over; we have wildlife aplenty and it's pretty much everywhere!

If you read back to my old threads, my folks used to have a place just north of Shunk on 154. That's the area I used to illegally ride Dad's CT90 for hours, and learned my gravel riding skills. I have lots of fond memories from there, and still remember where a good portion of the roads actually go.

I'd love to spend a weekend riding my old stomping grounds, but free time is so elusive. I'd love to come up and pick huckleberries in the game lands just north of there. We did that quite a few times.

My original idea when I left yesterday morning was to head to Forksville and World's End S.P. but left too late to make that happen so just wandered aimlessly not much further north than Millville.

If you read back to my old threads, my folks used to have a place just north of Shunk on 154. That's the area I used to illegally ride Dad's CT90 for hours, and learned my gravel riding skills. I have lots of fond memories from there, and still remember where a good portion of the roads actually go.

I'd love to spend a weekend riding my old stomping grounds, but free time is so elusive. I'd love to come up and pick huckleberries in the game lands just north of there. We did that quite a few times.

My original idea when I left yesterday morning was to head to Forksville and World's End S.P. but left too late to make that happen so just wandered aimlessly not much further north than Millville.

My wife and I just went camping not too far from Shunk two weeks ago. I can't wait to get back there on my bike. There were some awesome "roads" through the the Loyalsock state forest around Bear Wallow Pond. Because my wife and German Shepherd were with me, we took my truck instead of my bike, but it was still an adventure.

After traveling several miles to what turned into Dry Run Rd, I was starting to wonder why it looked like these roads hadn't been driven on in years. I found out when we came to a bridge that must have been washed out during tropical storm Lee in 2011. I thought it was the end of the road until we realized that someone had created a trail through the creek nearby. It was 28" deep at the deepest where we crossed, but it had just rained heavily some I'd imagine it's shallower now. After we made it through the creek, the road went for another 2-3 miles and got pretty rough until we came to another washed out bridge which there was no way around (much more severe washout than the first bridge). Because my truck is really wide, there were a few narrow washed out road sections with pretty high pucker factor.

I know it's not a typical ADV ride, but since it's your old neighborhood and I took some pic's, I figured I'd post them below:

I had to fold both mirrors in through this stretch, even still I only had a few inches clearance between the cliff and the creek.

Hmmm...I know I've ridden that road, but the bridges aren't turning up in my memory. Heck, it's only been 15 years. Most of my riding was to the north of Shunk as there were few, or no, paved roads I encountered after leaving our place. I'll file this info away should I ever get back there.